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grandma-bitty · 1 year
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Hello, my Dears. Unfortunately, I have some bad news. Some of you may know Pippin, my lovely baby boy kitty that I’ve raised since he was a few hours old and how much of a miracle it was that he survived. He is now 2 years old and recently he started having urinary issues. I’ve taken him to the vet and we ended up having to take an ultrasound of his bladder. We found a mass in his bladder. My vet had never seen a mass shaped like it before and was afraid to poke it in efforts to see what it was so she sent the imaging to a bigger more well-known veterinary hospital for a consultation in hopes that they’ve seen something like it before. When they got back to me they, too, didn’t know what it was unless they did more tests with the possibility of corrective surgery. I try very hard to live within my means but I still live paycheck to paycheck and cannot afford such expensive vet bills. That is why I’m asking you and those in my community to donate to my GoFundMe so that Pippin can get the help he needs and continue to live a long healthy life. Any donation is welcome and if you could please share this post I would be very thankful.
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troll-prince · 17 days
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Grandparents dropping wild lore randomly is the best part of having a grandparent ngl lol
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penandinkprincess · 9 months
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okay but i’m laughing about the idea of bb ellie not paying attention and following along after a pair of legs that looks like her daddy’s only to look up to find that she accidentally followed after tommy 
babey has been BAMBOOZLED
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rhiannatruex · 1 year
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tiny winter succulents
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darewolfcreates · 9 months
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Nightlights house!
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spyfoxindrycereal · 11 months
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my favourite item in my room.
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howdylucky · 11 months
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this gorgeous girl posed for us on our walk today
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tvrningout-a · 9 months
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starter call | @ninjassin encounters chiyo!
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" so... that was my grandma. " she's a lil awkward in her delivery, gaze bouncing from timmy's expression to the sidewalk and back. " won't lie, i was more nervous for you to meet her than my parents. she's great, obviously, but she's more... well, she can put you on the spot. " even if the old woman waits till they're alone, even if it's in private, chiyo's well-acquainted with her grandmother's talks. she's the type of person to ask a question and expect an honest answer -- whether she has to wrestle it out of you or not.
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her fingers curl around timmy's hand, and chiyo chances another glance at his face. " that wasn't too much, was it? "
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kitchen-spoon · 1 month
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Steddie where Eddie moves into a small house in a retirement mobile home park. He is the youngest guy there and is pretty handy. All the old ladies in the neighbourhood start to talk about him when he begins to offer his handyman skills to them as well.
One day after finishing up winterizing Mrs. Harrington’s water supply to her trailer she invites Eddie inside for some tea to warm up. Winter hadn’t hit yet but it was already nippy out she told him. Once inside she invites him to come over Sunday night to join her and her friends ‘book club’. At first Eddie politely declines but once she explains to him that its all the old ladies in the neighbourhood sitting around drinking wine, smoking joints, and gossiping he’s in.
Enter Steve who visits his grandma every Sunday for dinner and sometimes stays for her gossip sessions with all the other bitties in the neighbourhood because the snacks are always great. Steve is surprised that week when the door bell rings and a hot long haired pierced man covered in tattoos is standing there instead of another old woman handing him her coat and cane. Steve sputters for a moment but then his grandmother is coming up behind him explaining this is the young man who fixed her water supply for her.
“Well um, thank you for that.” Steve nods awkwardly, watching over his shoulder as his grandmother waddled away back to her friends. “You didn’t have to come though, sorry if she twisted your arm about it, she’s stubborn.” He rubbed at the back of his neck with a small chuckle.
“It’s okay I really don’t mind.” Eddie smiled easily, inching his way into the house and Steve’s personal space. “Smoking weed with a bunch of old ladies and gossiping about my new neighbours sounds like a great way for me to spend my Sunday.” He winked.
“I- yeah it is pretty fun.” Steve agreed having not moved at all. “The snacks are always great too, you’ll have to try Betty’s blondie cake it’s always my favourite.” Steve leaned in to whisper conspiratorially.
Eddie beamed back at him, eyes roving all over Steve’s face before pausing at his lips for a second then darting back up to his eyes. “Lead the way then big boy.” Eddie bit his lip at how red Steve’s face got, he decided to push it slipping his hand into Steve’s.
“Yeah- uh sure yeah.” Steve nodded dumbly staring at their connected hands for a moment before snapping out of it and tugging Eddie along. “Everything is set up in the living room, I just got the fire going to so it should be warm.”
By the end of the night Eddie and Steve were melted into one another on a small single seater in the corner of the room. They watched as all the ladies gathered their coats one by one as their husbands came to collect them.
“It’s sweet.” Steve sighed unprompted, his head lolled against Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie made a questioning noise so he continued. “Seeing their husbands come walk them back home at the end of the night. They aren’t annoyed that their wives are giggly and a bit wobbly they are just happy they are happy and want to be there to take care of them.”
“You are a sappy stoner Steve.” Eddie teased, he moved his hand over and dropped it onto Steve’s thigh giving it a squeeze. “Can’t say I blame you though, it is very cute to see.” Eddie sighed before unsticking himself from Steve’s side and making his way to the door himself. “I better get going, no husband to come walk me home”. He blushed at the implication of his own words.
“I’ll be your husband.” Steve blurted then immediately turned red. “I mean- I meant that I uhum-“
“You can walk me home Steve.” Eddie smiled wide and teasingly. He looked his arm through Steve’s and tugged him through the door, waving goodbye to Mrs.Harrington with a promise to be back next week.
The walk was short considering Eddie was only 2 houses down and one across. They kept their arms looped the entire 3 minutes they walked, and once they reached the door Steve still hadn’t let go.
“Well goodnight.” Steve spoke first, ducking his head away. He took a deep breath then looked back to Eddie determination on his face when he spoke. “See you next week?”
Eddie smiled but shook his head, “I was hoping sooner, how does Wednesday sound?” He moved in closer his hand sliding down to Steve’s waist.
“Wednesday is great I love Wednesday.” Steve nodded frantically then cringed. “I mean I don’t actually love all Wednesday’s just this one because we are-“
Eddie cut his rambling off with a kiss. He leaned in and connected their lips, his free hand coming up to cradle the back of Steve’s head.
Steve melted into the kiss, his body going lax in Eddie’s hold, “Thanks for saving me from embarrassing myself further.”
“Anytime sweetheart.”
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luvjunie · 6 months
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— Unforgettable ( 3 )
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part one • part two • part three • part four • part five
pairing: e-1610!miles x fem!reader
contains: sooo much fluff, plot progression, a glimpse into reader and miles’ relationship, the moment we’ve all been waiting for 🤭, and another itty bitty plot twist
summary: a bump in with a certain boy at the bodega threatens to ruin your previously perfect afternoon until he offers to fix it. you assumed things would end there, and then you ran into him again. wc: 3,254
a/n: i know y’all ain’t think i forgot about this series!!! but here’s a long chapter as an apology since i made y’all wait so long </3 also did i say an ‘itty bitty’ plot twist? cause i be lying. recap of part two is in small italics!
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“You had her approval as soon as you called her Mrs. Morales.”
Your head tilted in question, eyes panning to the ceiling in thought. “Isn’t that normal? Calling someone’s parent by their last name?”
A comfortable silence settled, just for a moment.
“You’d think so.” A smile curled Miles’ lips, the memory of when he’d introduced the first girl he’d ever liked to his parents flashing into his mind; his interest in tossing the ball paused momentarily as images from the past flooded his thoughts.
Wait… Why was he thinking about her?
. . .
“Miles?”
“Milesss?”
“Huh?” Miles blinked quickly as he brought himself back to the present, his slightly startled gaze landing on your puzzled expression.
“Earth to Morales?” Your tone leaked with a playfulness as you quirked a brow at him. “Did you hear a word I just said?”
“Nah, sorry,” Miles cleared his throat, then scratched his forehead with a laugh he hoped didn’t sound too awkward. “Just spaced out for a sec. What’d you say?”
“I saiddd,” Laying on your stomach as your thumbs twiddled along the screen of your phone, you sent a quick text before you continued. “—It’s getting kinda late, and if I’m not home in the next thirty minutes my Grandma will alert the entire police force over my absence.” you chuckled, the perpetual buzzes of replies sounding from your phone only furthering your point.
“Oh— Yeah, you’re right. My bad, I didn’t even realize.” Miles stood and grabbed his coat from the hook off his closet door before he turned towards you with a warm grin.
“C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”
Miles had been staring at his ceiling ever since he got back home, headphones blasting music over his ears to drown out the inevitable. For what seemed like hours, and for what probably was, he was trapped in an endless rumination he didn’t want to be a part of.
The grace his weekend temporarily granted him had unfortunately come to an end, and before he knew it, there was a knock on his bedroom door that reminded him of the upcoming drive him and his dad had to make back to Visions.
“Dude, this is so stupid. My head is about to explode from all this thinking.” Clad in a wifebeater and plaid boxers as he laid on the top bunk, Miles whined out what had only been his hundredth complaint in the span of fifteen minutes.
“And I can’t find my bonnet!”
Miles’ voice was muffled by the fluff of his pillow, the same pillow that was clutched tightly and caged between his arms as an effort to cling onto the last bit of his sanity. Also the same pillow that’d gone flat nearly two months ago. How convenient.
He thought talking Ganke’s ear off about all his feelings would help sort through his thoughts, but it did the exact opposite. Miles’ feelings for you were growing, that was an undeniable fact, so he still couldn’t figure out why after an entire year, Gwen was still on his mind. Why couldn’t he just forget about her?
“I really like this girl, man. Like, really, really like her. Like, Sunflower ain’t got shit on this girl, like her.” Miles blinked, astonished at his own words as he carried on, “Like, I offered to walk her home instead of having my mom drive her, like her—“
“Bro— Bro. I get it,” Ganke interrupted.
“I didn’t even know I could feel like this for someone else!” Pulling himself into a seated position, Miles let his legs dangle over the side of the bed. “I mean, I even let her meet my parents. You know how I am about that!” He exclaimed, arms outstretched as if they would help him present his case better. Ganke, in fact, did not know how he was about that.
“That obviously means I’m over Gwen! Right?”
No answer.
“Right?”
“I dunno, dude! Now you see why I don’t even bother dealing with that kind’a junk. It’s confusing as hell. “ Ganke’s eyes darted from side to side as they tracked the video game on his PC’s monitor, tongue poking at his lip in intense concentration. His half-baked advice to Miles was as much as he could muster without losing focus on his Call of Duty mission. “That’s love for you, man.”
Miles’ eyes went wide and his heart began to race. “Woah woah woah— I ain’t say anything about love!” Technically, he did, just in different words.
With a weighted sigh the controller plunked out of Ganke’s hands and down onto the desk, ‘MISSION FAILED’ flashing in bold onto the screen.
“Alright, look,” Ganke spun around in his chair and glanced up at the top bunk. “If you like this girl as much as you say you do, why don’t you just go for it? What’s stopping you? A girl who’s not even here anymore?” he scoffed. “Quit dwelling on the past and look at what’s right in front of you. You know, someone who’s actually in this universe.”
Miles sat with pursed lips as he stared down at his open palms, treading in the water of his thoughts.
“You know what,” Head raising, he looked to his roommate with a newfound determination. “You’re right, Ganke. Starting tonight, I’m done thinking about the past.” Miles nodded.
“Great, now either let me get back to my mission in peace, or grab a damn controller and help me.”
Ganke was right. Gwen’s gone, and she wasn’t coming back. It’s not even possible.
Miles let the conclusion settle within him as he dug around in the junk drawer for the spare controller.
It’s time for him to move on.
As you relaxed on your back in the room you’d been in more times than you could even remember at this point, head idly bopping to an album by Tears for Fears, you thought back to the time before you knew Miles. And even though you hadn’t known him for nearly as long as you’d known yourself— maybe just caught up in the whirlwind of something new and exciting, or him in general— you couldn’t help but feel as if his presence had been missing from your life this entire time.
Spending the day with him had become as normal as breathing to you. His space had become your space (his words), and it rang true as you hummed along to the tune echoing from the record player on his desk.
“Help me to decide. Help me make the most of freedom, and of pleasure. Nothing ever lasts forever…”
The song ‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World’ wrapped you snug in a warm sense of nostalgia, it having been one of your favorites since middle school. And paired with being around your favorite person— you were sure you never wanted to leave this moment. You smiled to yourself at the upside down image you had of Miles as you let your head hang over the side of his bed, the beads on the ends of your braids clinking against his wooden floors when your head tilted with a new found query.
“Miles,”
He hummed, but it wasn’t the kind that sounded as if you’d interrupted him, or as if he were annoyed. It was the kind that let you know he was interested in whatever you wanted to tell him, and that you had his attention even if his eyes weren’t on you.
“Okay, bear with me here. And answer carefully, because this kind of decides the type of person you are and whether I’ll even speak to you afterwards.”
“Wait, what is it?” He quickly looked up at you—upside down you, at least— with concerned eyes and you struggled to hide your grin.
“What color do you think science is?”
“Are you serious?” He deadpanned.
Your brow raise was his answer.
“Green, obviously.”
“Interesting choice. Why green?”
Miles shrugged, “Cause of the environment. Plants are green. And when I think of plants, I think of photosynthesis. Photosynthesis, equals science. Therefore,” pen in hand, he made a ‘viola’ gesture. “Green.”
“Mm,” You scrunched your nose, eyes panning back to the ceiling. “I guess I can see that.”
“And math is blue.” He tacked on.
“Blue!?” You balked, flipping over onto your stomach so his face was right side-up now. “Math? Blue? Are you deadass?”
“As dead as ass can be.” Miles quipped with a snort and continued to scribble away at the page he’d been sketching on for the last half hour.
“History is blue, not math!” You scoffed.
“Alright Y/n, what other color would math be then?” He asked incredulously.
“Red, duh.”
“Red?” He repeated breathlessly. “Why would math be red?”
“Well,” you started, “Math makes me angry. And when I think about anger, I think about the color red, just like everybody else does. And I hate red, just like I hate math. Numbers and letters do not belong together, just like pineapple on pizza. Therefore,” you mimicked his previous gesture to the air with a confident grin. “Red.”
“Pineapple— Numbers… What?” Miles blinked at you with both disbelief and confusion, the corners of his mouth threatening to expose his amusement as they lifted. “That’s it? That’s your grand explanation?”
“Mm-hm.” You hummed proudly, chin perched in both your hands.
Miles shook his head as his smile finally made itself known, dimples and all the moment your lashes batted at him.
“Not gon’ lie to you, that sounded like a whole bunch’a bullshit.” He laughed at your fake offended expression.
One of Miles’ favorite things about you was how you always seemed to ramble about everything, and nothing at the same time. He thought it was adorable.
“Well, the math part I understand, I guess.” he shrugged. “But you can’t possibly hate the color red all that much.”
Your brows furrowed at him, “What makes you say that?”
“Cause,” Miles turned his sketchbook towards you, the drawing he’d been working on this entire time revealed to be a moment he’d caught of you, gazing up at his ceiling just the way you were a moment ago. “Look.”
You nearly felt your heart stop as you took in what was in front of you. All this time while you were in your own world, singing along to whatever song came and went, he’d been focused solely on you. You dragged your eyes up from the paper so they’d meet his, your calves swiftly tucking under your thighs when you rushed to sit up in a straighter position.
“I—Is that me?” You blabbed out before you could think.
“Nah, it’s Boo-Boo the fool.” Miles huffed out a laugh. “Yes, it’s you dummy.”
Gentle strokes of red to the thin paper framed your face and lips, the attention to detail he used brought your eyes to life on the page, and he’d even managed to capture the beads on the bottom of your braids, too.
“How the hell did you do that?”
He shrugged shyly and turned his artwork to face him once more, studying the page as if he hadn’t been doing just that all this time. His heart was beginning to race faster than he’d originally predicted, and he wondered if he should’ve shown you.
“It’s kind of muscle memory at this point.”
Miles heard the words that came out of his own mouth, and you did too, but it was like the both of you comprehended exactly what he’d said at the same time.
“Don’t—“ He tried, but it was too late, you were already gushing, and he was already blushing.
“Awwwww!”
“Please—“
“Milessss!” you teased, ignoring his plea.
“Stop it.” Flustered, he shielded a smile behind his hand and tried to look anywhere else but your face.
“You’re so cute when you blush.”
Things were beyond easy with Miles.
The two of you never ran out of things to talk about and he always matched your energy, as if he were the other half of you.
There were no awkward moments, or pressure towards the other about making a move, because deep down you both knew what this was, and that everything would fall into place with time.
It was apparent in the way he looked at you, in how perfectly you fit in his arms when he hugged you goodbye, and how you always relaxed in his embrace when he would hold onto you just a bit longer.
Your first date went perfectly. Well, not really, but that’s what made it even better.
An ominous ‘be ready in 20 mins’ text to your phone and about a half hour later, Miles popped up at your door, pink tulips in hand and a smile big enough to match his signature jacket.
The two of you decided to catch a movie after a short train ride to the theater, and he let you pick. Horror being one of your favorite genres, that’s what you went with, and like everything else that came with you, Miles agreed.
But just thirteen minutes in at one of the simplest jumpscares (if you could even call it one), Miles let out a scream belonging on one of the highest vocal registers your ears had ever heard, and it sent you into such an uncontrollable fit of laughter that you ended up accidentally spilling your fresh popcorn all over the floor.
Miles’ ego wasn’t nearly big enough for him to remain embarrassed once the tears started rolling from your eyes, and eventually, the laughter he tried to stifle made itself known to everyone sitting around you. And when you say everyone, you mean everyone.
It only took two minutes of you guys cackling and snorting before the both of you were asked to leave, and you had no idea how you made it out of the theater with how hard your stomachs were cramping.
Sure, the movie hadn’t gone quite as planned, but you didn’t mind and neither did he. As long as you both were in each other’s company, you wouldn’t mind watching paint dry.
The blue hue of the night had long enveloped the city, and as you and Miles sat up on the roof of his apartment, the dimmed fairy lights twinkling in the darkness from where they were strung across the perimeter, you made a mental note to study up on the movie you told your Grandma you were staying out late to see.
You leaned into Miles and rested your head on his shoulder, knees pulling to your chest as you exhaled softly.
“You cold?”
Far from it, actually.
A perpetual breeze prompted your bodies to curl into each other more, though goosebumps and chattering teeth were nowhere in sight, only fingers secretly inching closer and hearts growing fonder.
“I should be asking you, I’m wearing your jacket.” you joked.
“Nah,” he chuckled. “I’m alright.”
The silence was comfortable. You didn’t want to go home just yet and Miles wasn’t ready to say goodbye for the night, so you stayed.
This had become a new norm for the two of you, so much so that this was pretty much how all your hangouts ended. You’d stay just a little longer, and then he’d take you home. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but for some weird reason you always felt much safer when you were with Miles, like he’d be able to protect you if anything were to happen when the two of you were together.
“Y/n?”
“Hm?”
“Have you ever been in love before?”
Miles’ voice was quiet, nearly drowned out from the lively sounds of the city around you. You were surprised you even heard it.
You swallowed, and it took so much effort to form your lips around the simple word you answered with. “W-what?”
He cleared his throat as his posture straightened slightly. “Like, do you know what love is? Is what I mean...” He clarified quickly, mentally cursing himself for how badly he worded things, even if it’s what he meant. He didn’t even know if you felt the same.
You lifted your head from his shoulder, prompting his own to turn towards you, but you didn’t meet his eyes. You settled for toying with the sleeve of his jacket as your heart began to thrum a little faster.
Nibbling at the inside of your lip, you inhaled quietly before answering. “When they’re the first person your mind thinks of when you hear the word ‘love’. Or maybe when the thought of them gets you out of bed in the morning instead of your alarm clock. You know when you know, basically. That’s what I was taught, and I think it checks out.” you glanced over at him, and he felt like time stopped when your eyes locked.
“Do you?” you asked.
“H-Huh?” Miles was enthralled with how pretty you looked, and how your features were perfectly illuminated by the gentle glow of the city lights, so much so that he could hardly think straight.
Rolling your eyes and suppressing a giggle, you shook your head at him. “—Do you know what love is, dummy.”
“Not exactly— uh, I don’t think so, no.” Miles’ jaw tensed and his gaze met yours once more. The twinkle in your eyes temporarily dimming due to the fear of this all being in your head.
“Oh.” you murmured.
“But I think I know what it feels like.” He said softly.
“Really?”
Lips parting slightly for a shaky breath to pass, Miles nodded. “Positive.”
Your eyes fell down to his lips almost immediately, then lifted back up to see that his had done the same to yours.
“Well… What does it feel like?”
The question left your mouth long before you could’ve thought to stop it, yet regret was the last thing you felt. What you were feeling was something entirely different.
Your faces grew closer until your noses brushed against each others, a second spared as a chance for either of you to bail on what you both knew was bound to happen in a matter of time.
He leaned in and you let him— let your arms curl around his neck and his around your waist so your lips could meet faster. Let your lips move against each other’s because it felt right, because that’s what you knew love to be. Letting something happen because it felt right.
He felt right.
Miles pulled away, but barely, his breath warm against your lips. “Come to my parent’s party tomorrow?” He blurted.
Hands holding the back of his neck, you blinked yourself out of your daze, brows furrowed. “What?”
“My dad, they’re making him police captain. We’re celebrating tomorrow, here, and I want you to come.” Miles licked his lips. “Well I— I was gonna invite you anyway. But now I really want you to come. And I wanted you to come before this happened, obviously—“
“I’d love to.” You smiled, and let him pull you back into him the second you’d given your answer.
Miles remembered what it was like to be so head over heels in love with someone that it consumed him entirely. How it corrupted his days and fogged his mind with nothing but the thought of them, and he could feel himself slipping back into it again, but this time, with you. And if he were being honest, it kind of scared him, how quickly you’d claimed his heart.
But what he did know was that you liked him, and he liked you. He’ll admit, he didn’t expect his feelings for you to develop as fast as they did, for them to hit him as hard as they had. But he was past that now. Tomorrow was going to be special, and not just for his family, but for the two of you. He was finally going to take the leap he’d been too scared to make before tonight.
You were the perfect girl, that he was sure of. And who’d be dumb enough to not accept perfect when it was right in front of them?
He wanted this. He wanted you.
But any chance for another sensical thought was interrupted when the impossible happened.
‘Impossible’, being the multi-layered hexagonal portal that suddenly opened up on his ceiling, and the blonde-haired, gap-toothed girl he thought he’d never see again, appearing with it.
Bright and beaming down at him with a heart-halting grin, Miles felt his stomach drop as soon as she spoke.
“Miles!”
Shit.
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grandma-bitty · 2 years
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To all of my chickadees, my sweetpeas, my sugarplums, and my munchkins; I hope you have a lovely wonderful day 🌱
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penandinkprincess · 7 months
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I just have to tell you how much I love that a little play on words with Tommy and BB Ellie of him calling her Syrup because when he tries to call her Honey, she says he can't because she is Tess's Honey has continued to carry over into all the BB Ellie Verse stories including when she is grown. It's just so loving for me to hear him keep call her that.
thank yooooou! it's one of my fave details as well
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purityonice · 3 months
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🥽 John dory with a secret girlfriend during his BroZone band days headcanons.
Requested? yeah :)
kinda short!
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Hides you from his family and fans because he doesn’t want to risk the band’s reputation.
Sneaks you over often especially after shows boasting about how perfect his preformance was.
The only person to actually know about you is his Grandma because she caught you sneaking out of the house. She loved you right away and promised to keep your secret aslong as you give her grandchildren. Lets just say john dory did not like that deal he got so embarrassed.
You and him often get into squabbles because of his job, hes always out preforming with his brothers or out on a fan meet up things. he’s always busy and you feel undervalued most of the time.
He makes it up by spending as much time as he can with you when he’s not working.
He eventually introduces you to his family after awhile because he loves you so much and feels ready.
They love you especially Bitty B! Branch always comes in and interrupts you and John dory when you two are alone.
This annoys JD to the MAX but seeing you laugh and play along with Branch as he trys to impress you is so cute that he cant stay annoyed.
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imasoftieforbarb · 4 months
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Hey :))
What if JD had a friend from his band days, like, she had a band and they hung out backstage. Maybe he had a crush on them but had to keep it a secret to now „ruin fans fantasies“ or something
But when he separated they never saw each other again. And years pass, readers band stops making music after a while and becomes a bunch of responsible adults.
But when he comes to tell Branch about Floyd he recognizes his crush/friend and is all over them?
Sorry this is kind of specific :
-(seen other ppl giving names so…) Gummy Anon
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Ooooooo ok
Your band wasn’t as well known BUT it always opened for Brozone
You were in a band with three others, and you were the oldest
You were the main vocalist and backup guitarist
And JD was amazed when he first heard you play
He’s the reason you always opened for them-
Though he’ll never admit it
Y’all started the ritual of hanging out backstage before he started to get more stressed about the performance being perfect
You’d mainly chill out, talk about songs that either one was writing- hell you’d even help each-other write songs
Flirting with each other through song and performances
And then one day he just started… distancing himself from you and your band
All his brothers would still talk to you but he always seemed to find a reason to leave the room or ignore you
After a while you went over to Grandma Rosiepuff’s a couple of months of this strange behavior
Cause you wanted to hang out with bitty b after the bad performance yesterday
You wanted to reassure him that happens all the time
But what ended up happening is Grandma Rosiepuff comforting you both as the news of the brothers leaving without a good bye, settled over you
Years later…
You had been with branch throughout all the hard times, helping him where you could and where he allowed you to
And now you were watching Bridget and Gristle get married
“STOP THE WEDDING!”
You whipped your head around- ready to fight, and then you noticed the troll flying through the air and landing on the aisle
Your eyes widened as you recognised who the troll was
Your eyes started to tear up before you turned away and leapt down the stairs to hide behind a bergans leg, signalling them to be silent as you desperately tried to wipe your tears away
“Sorry, sorry- I’m uh, I’m looking for a troll called AH! Baby BRANCH!!”
You watched him scramble up to Branch, feeling bad that you weren’t up there with him but knew Poppy would have his back
He awkwardly interacted with Branch before Poppy insisted he stop and tell them who he is
JD introduced himself and you laughed slightly as Poppy unintentionally roasted him
John Dory’s head turned at heating your laughter looking down at the crowd before turning and asking Branch
“Is… is y/n here?”
You covered your mouth as Branch confirmed you were but holding JD back from looking for you-knowing you’d come out when you were ready
You watched as he explained the situation with Floyd and watched as an Armadillo van emerged from the floor
Whilst Poppy and Branch were being introduced to Rhonda- you snuck aboard
Noticing a framed picture of you and JD by the bed, smiling slightly you picked it up and sat down on the bed- waiting for the group to board Rhonda
“All aboard who’s coming aboard!” JD yelled, hoping that you would pop out of the crowd and run aboard- sighing as he closed the door after Poppy and Branch
“Y/n?…”
You looked up to see the trio looking at you
You made direct eye contact with JD before standing up slowly and placing the photo down carefully
“Y/n… Im sorry- i shouldn’t have ignored you or left without saying goodbye, I was scared of my feelings towards you and- I just got so wrapped up in the band that I let what was essentially my image get in the way of… us. I understand if you don’t wan-“
He was cut off by you bursting into tears and running to him, wrapping your arms around him hiding your face in his chest- not wanting to look at him just yet
He let few tears escape after he buried his face into your hair and wrapped his arms around you- holding on to you like you were gonna disappear
Poppy was awing in the background
For the rest of the journey he was always sneaking glances at you
Making sure you were safe, wrapping his arm around you
Watching as you interacted with his brothers
Doesn’t want to admit the way he blushes when you hid behind him like the old days when you first got to where his brother Clay was staying
Catches you singing along with his parts during the performance at Bruce’s restaurant
He winks at you
Dances with you inside the diamond prison because you were put in the same one
Sings with you during the perfect family harmony, letting both your voices combine
Confesses in the moment before he goes up to sing with Branches band
Hears you scream “YEAH THATS MY BOYFRIEND!” And almost blinds the crowd with how bright his smile gets
Pulls you up on stage when branch pulls Poppy up- you both just enjoy yourself la during the Family song
He dips you in a kiss at the end
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elijah-doodle · 3 months
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Since @starsha-k-luna asked for a bit more info on the ideas I had for Bruce taking Bitty B with him instead of usually Floyd/JD- I though I’d make a big post of just ideas I have for it in general!
So- after the family harmony and fight, Bruce decides to take Bitty B with him, after seeing how he reacted to the whole argument. (Bruce is so dad coded like literally the heartthrob turned dad best trope ever)
After escaping the troll tree, the two decide to head West (East on the TWT map) aiming for the sea, since Bruce wanted to relax and well- get away. They live on the shore for a couple years, before being swept away in some giant storm (maybe while surfing/boating/fishing)
They both surprisingly wash up on Vacay island, where the two would meet a young Brandi (I’d assume that the ages are these- Branch 3 (Grandma dead at 7), Floyd would be 10, Clay 12-13, Bruce around 15, and JD would be around 16) Branch would be around 7 at the time, and Bruce 19 when they wash up)
And things go a bit like canon- Bruce and Brandi get married, open the restaurant, and have kids, alongside raising Branch with his nephews.
Branch would probably work in the restaurant- definitely helped with the whole infrastructure and well building ideas for it. Probably would help with adding new things, like the glowing sign, the pools, the stage that works for both trolls and vacay islanders. As well- Branch wouldn’t be grey. He’d have his normal colours- and would probably be way more happier than he is in canon before getting his colour back.
Instead of coming back for Branch at the third movie- JD comes back earlier, wanting to rekindle it after so many years apart. Doesn’t find him- but finds the pop trolls in the midst of Chef finding them. It’s basically the first two movies- but instead of Branch helping Poppy have some good ol’ character development- it’s JD being almost a role model for her. (DW BROPPY FANS YOULL GET YOUR SHIP I SHIP IT TOO)
JD would deffo talk about Brozone to Poppy tbh- recounting stories and songs and all that jazz. For Trolls World Tour- it’s the basic plot again. Butttt- we include Floyd at some point into it (I mean he looked pretty rock while in the bottle-)
• Floyd lived in the Rock village, and toured around and released some new music (Imagine all of Troye Sivans music (Rush, one of your girls, etc.))
Instead of Branch backing up poppy in this movie- it’s JD worrying about well- how she’s going to turn out. Cause he sees a younger him in her, and doesn’t want her to push away people and hurt others she cares about- like what he did with his bros)
Basic ending, and Poppy’s now had some character development :D
NOW
TROLLS BAND TOGETHER
JD gets the letter about Floyd while camping during the Bergens wedding. Shows up crashing the ceremony to grab Poppy to go and find his brothers- and stowaway Tiny Diamond as well haha. They dash off, and head to Vacay island like usual
They show up, and see Bruce. AND A STRANGE TROLL THAT POPPY INSTANTLY FAWNS OVER
They head inside, and the usual scene dialog is there, adding on Branch rambling to Bruce about maybe adding a deck to the restaurant. They say hello, intros of Poppy and Tiny, and meeting Brandi. (Though, Branch doesn’t really remember JD that much. He remembers Floyd slightly- since he has his vest after those years. Clays almost the same as JD)
Boom boom same plot but we have Branch and Poppy bonding with each other, and they save Floyd, do the harmony, and instead of the Broppy lip kiss, Poppy kisses Branch on the cheek (LIKE THE SCENE FROM THE NEWEST XMAS SPECIAL ENDING)
And yeah! Happy ending! If I was ever to draw comics for this- I’d do mainly stuff that happened before the movie plot, and stuff that happened when Branch was growing up on the island :D
SO YEAH 👍
I’d love to do concept art of maybe Branch for this au- so tropical
I think I might call the au “Branching onto Paradise” tbh- has a ring to it!
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secretpostsposts · 4 months
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Bitty B gets fussy about the Adult Brothers, as he half-recognizes them because they look like his siblings.
(but older of course), here he doesn't want to be Clay (I feel that of the 4 he is the one who changed the most physically).
Whereas with Brozone and Branch it's like:
Branch me to his "big brothers" all in shock and can only think about how this will go wrong and that he will have to get charge fast because he sees JD about to suffer an internal breakdown that only Branch is noticing; And SHIT that's the living grandma?, if Branch is going to lose his sanity before he sees how to get home.
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